Spring Fever
By Stepherz

Jack's POV

I hated to leave Mush like that, but I decided that he'd get over it soon enough. The stars were all I had to guide me that night, save the moon, and my blinding emotions. The moon would every so often, duck behind a cloud, shadowing my way and leaving my passage temporarily barred.

There were two things on my mind: Mush and Spot.

I shivered; realizing that everything I'd been doing was going to catch up to me sooner or later. As if the guilt wasn't enough.

I wasn't far from my destination. I rounded the corner, now in Spot's territory. I was immediately given rather dirty looks, but several recognized me, and walked over.

"What are you doin' here, cowboy?" A tall boy in slacks, and suspenders eyed me.

"I got business. Where's Spot?"

A figure landed on the pavement next to me. The shadows concealed its identity, and I raised my eyebrows at it.

It stepped out, into the light of the moon. Spot grinned at me. I barely recognized him.

He was taller than the last time I'd seen him, which had been nearly three months before. I knew it was he, from the adorable sullen smirk that he wore across his pale façade.

He glared at the tall boy next to me.

"You givin' Jacky-boy any trouble?"

"No, Spot…I mean, sir." The male mumbled, stuttering slightly.

"Good." He snapped, and smirked at me. "Well?"

"Uh…" I looked at the boy next to us, and he rolled his eyes, but obediently walked back down an alley, disappearing from view.

"It's been a while, aye Jack?"

"Yeah, I guess it has." It always started awkward like this.

"You must be hungry…"

"Not really." We started walking towards the dock, for no real reason.

When we were alone, on the pier, Spot turned to me.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Why didn't you come back for so long?" He turned, looking over the ocean as he spoke.

"I don't know."

"You know…I haven't seen you since the strike ended."

"Yeah…I know."

He sighed, still looking out across the sea.

We must have stayed like that, in silence, for an hour or so, before I dared break the mute-void.

"I came here for you, Spot."

He turned back to me. His figure was outlined perfectly as the crest of the sun poked over the horizon.

I reached for him, and he obligingly stepped forward. Our bodies melted as I caught him in an impassioned kiss.

He ran his hands up my inner-thighs and I felt the chills run through me. My hands danced over his spine, as we sank to the ground.

My lips sank to his throat, teasing the area gently. My hands clawed at his back, and tore the shirt half-off. He ripped my own shirt from my shoulders, as I completed my task, his shirt lying on the ground next to us.

He made a low, hoarse sound, and I paused, looking at him. He smiled.

"I love you Jack." My voice caught in my throat, but I managed to squeak out a weak reply.

"I love you too, Spot." He sighed softly, but threw his arms around my neck.

"Take me." He whispered softly. His eyes held the yearning that my body felt, as it shook suddenly with desire.

I could do nothing but obey his wishes. I had no objections, of course, since it was my inclination as well.

The night was filled with nothing less than endless pleasures…pleasure that I would not soon forget. However, we were not totally sex-driven, seeing as we knew that in the morning there would be questions if we were found together in this position. We re-dressed, and soon after, we fell asleep.

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We were huddled next to a crate, as the sun rose to great the madness that it presumably held.

Spot stroked my cheek as I stared into his eyes, the sun reflecting in them from behind me.

"Jack…"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

I didn't know what to say, so I pressed my lips to his in a feather-soft kiss.

He never ceased to take my breath away. I cupped his cheek with my hand, kissing him tenderly, once more.

"Come back with me, Spot." I regretted the words before I said them, as my thoughts returned to the others.

"We've had this conversation before." He sighed.

"I know, but…"

"No buts, cowboy. You're their leader, and I'm the leader o' Brooklyn. There's no way I can come with ya." I sighed, defeated.

"Okay."

He pressed my head to his chest, and kissed my forehead.

"Can you hear that?" I looked up at him.

"Hear what?"

"Listen…" He pressed my ear closer to his torso, and I listened docilely.

"All I can hear is your heart beatin'."

"It's beating for you, Jack." I flushed a bright red, and smiled coyly.

No one, save Mush, had ever said anything so sweet to me.

Suddenly, there was a rustling and Spot stood up, leaving my on the wood below him. I stood, less alertly, more stiffly, than he did.

By the time I stood on my own to feet, he was rampaging through the crates of fish, supplies, netting, ect.

"Come out, you little weasel!" He shouted. If I hadn't been so worried, I would have been amused, but in this case, I wasn't near laughing.

I joined the chase, though more discretely.

Spot and I rounded the same corner, coming to a dead end in the maze of wooden boxes.

There, in front of us, huddled on the ground, to my disdain, was Mush. The look on Spot's face was of confusion, and anger. The look on my face must have been pained, confused, angry, and suicidal, because Mush's contorted to something I'd never seen before.

Mush had tears in his eyes.